Huff Puff

Huff puff

Puff puff

I had to take a breath

I must be addicted or something

To the disappointment

The idea of never improving

To stare at the stars

And wish for the better

Only to break down

Due to a simple number

What is a number?

A letter? A thought?

Are we truly free?

control our destiny?

What is destiny?

Only of slim chance

No. Not chance.

Miserable hope.

Can hope be miserable?

After all it’s not a reality

It’s the thought of better

But lost in imagination

How vast is imagination?

Can we even create?

Or do we just retell what is done?

And lie of our own abilities.

I wish for the abilities of the heroes

To be able to swing past buildings

To be able to fly or have all that money

But maybe I don’t?

Heroes live tragic lives

To hide and continually fight.

All for what? To eventually be hated

Or be told you weren’t needed.

What is that I need?

I think I might need another breath.

I know I’m not special.

I think I’m not special.

Huff puff

Puff puff